You're the one who is weak. You will never know love or friendship. And I feel sorry for you.

A good first impression can work wonders

Instead (Harry) contented himself with scrawling a note to Ron: Let's do it tonight.

The silence was unbearable to him. If the pictures could have reflected the feelings inside him, they would have been screaming in pain.

Harry was speeding toward the ground when the crowd saw him clap his hand to his mouth as though he was going to be sick-he hit the field on all fours-coughed-and something gold fell into his hand. 'I've got the snitch!' he shouted, waving it above his head, and the game ended in complete confusion. 'He didn't catch it, he nearly swalloed it,' Flint was still howling twenty minutes later, but it made no difference-Harry hadn't broken any rules and Lee Jordan was still happily shouting the results-Gryffindor had won by 170 points to 60.

Oh, shut up Weatherby.

Whatever house I'm in, I hope she's not in it.